hey

The stars observed his light and swept his feet to the meteorite of another universe. Shieldless yet indestructible - his lips kissed the stars and stained his flesh in sparkling ashes. ( )

[asskickergrimes]

                                         Ｉ  ＮＥＥＤ  ＴＯ  ＫＩＬＬ  ＹＯＵ                                   That’s the only way to get you out of MY head                                     ＯＨ  Ｉ  ＮＥＥＤ  ＴＯ  ＫＩＬＬ  ＹＯＵ                                   To silence all the sweet little things you said                              Ｉ  ＲＥＡＬＬＹ  ＷＡＮＴ  ＴＯ  ＫＩＬＬ  ＹＯＵ                                               Wipe you off the face of MY earth

[roamingtheocean]

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.

Sierra DeMulder. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

[illumeist]

It’s sick the way you people keep having sex without me.

His best-friend’s words displayed insecurity & an old fable he once heard before. 

 // thoughts … 

Salefaction — ( heat ) — exhalationInhale, exhale, respiration …

Ravenous frames clashed; raspy breaths attached against the drenched heated bodies which danced to the rhytmn of physique instruments, chanting the armor’s lullaby; in the accent of sensual body language. Salefaction — ( heat ) — exhalation. Inhale, exhale, and respiration. Dainty fingertips flourishing of emotions, ”yes, grab me here.” Hyperventilation. ”grab me there. touch me for all you can. drown me in your liquor and allow your vanity have their way with me.” 

To be claimed, to be possessed, by the devil’s pleasure filling you in( sin with me, filthy human ) to be marked by the incisiveness of your bones,signature of your lips and pound inside of her hips. ( the tongue twirled around your fluid, drink me in, drink me out, swallow me down, drunk in your liquour. intoxicating my veins, predominanting my mind and manipulate my body. have me under your possession, relish my nerves like melody strings on your favorite instrument ) ”I’ll be that, I’ll be that.” convincable words, yet he was a non-believer.

… // end of thoughts

”It’s sick to have sex with you, mate.” snicker of pure mockery & hilarity. ”And I am not just speaking for myself.”Raise up your class and holler out ‘Cheers!’ 

( ok first of all, Han never said these stuff or imagined he was the one who’s being set in that scene. It’s just poetry. )

[illumeist]

i. princess & armor ( offline announcement; i'm procrastinating hardcore, sorry ) 

       ''Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;          I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.'' When he grazed his dainty fingertips across the Princess´ robe, laid his dark rouge lips against the golden speckles on her flesh, undressed the  surface & touched the innermost parts of her soul -- he tasted the sweetness of her bones and drowned in her liquor. 

He breathed her in & he breathed her out . . .  Her oddest ingredients affirmed alcohol; drowning him in, manipulating his mind, deceiving his eyes and possessed his body. She played with his nerves like an instrument, lured him in with her enchanting scent of fairytale & claimed him hers by the use of formulating persuasive lies with her own kind of creativity.  When he had fallen, she spread his wings, When he was suffocating, she became his lungs, When he was at the darkest, she illuminated him, & when he believed her, she had the advantage. But when he was crumbled & shattered to pieces, she stole all of his chattels & goods, then shrewdly absconded out of his vulnerable heart. 

The people you believe were the stars to irradiate your night, have become nothing but sly shades lingering behind your shadows,  eating off your brightest times.

[dimitterej-deactivated20150413]

hues of scars ( bruises )

( illumeist ) When one wore his heart on his sleeve, and could be read like an open book, then said person was basically begging to get into trouble. Society often hardened the irrational belief that only the strong people would be able to survive in this world, whilst the weak ones would get eliminated over time. Was he weak now? Was his sickness nature’s way of telling him that Youngjae needed to get punished, that the universum needed to get rid of the complexity that was him? The quiet man often wondered why others were reckless enough to willingly get into trouble; and he assumed the male who shared a hospital room with him today belonged to that category too, voluntarily going out and looking for problems and even though Youngjae knew better than to judge a book by its cover, the other just looked like trouble despite the amiability that his features would have been capable of hiding underneath a cold exterior. "Where did you get all those bruises from?''

[illumeist]

From seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to weeks

Time resulted him in false despair but rough hues of wounds and bruises were drawn on his fair flesh. Built physique drenched in scars that indicated physical harm and pain, his emotions were undeniably unaffected and solid like his muscles. The man's strength had been built of cement, power and tolerance for bullshit were low, yet he had to be sent to the hospital after a violent bar fight the other night.

He had already acknowledged that it may take weeks or months for his fractured bones to heal and completely recover; unfortunately he was peppered in unwilling of staying isolated in an local area of weak and impotent people. He did not belong here. He despised every single inch that were caught in his sight. 

Every movement made within his surroundings could discourage him and twist his nerves. His temper had already been set low which indicated he was in no mood of socializing with patients or nurses back and forth. He had always been the anti-social type and he preferred to keep it that way. These kind of situations have only made him want to keep that habit closer to his gut. 

A sigh of apathy absconded out of his chapped lips, eyes of insensitivity, and his whole posture displayed burden.

''Mind your own fucking business.''

[illumeist]

meal ( critiques )

( critiqve ) Taking another bite of the japchae she made for their meal, there is no denying that it’s not as good as she had claimed it would be. Still, he could at least like it’s best thing he has ever eaten. It’s not like she didn’t tell him going out to eat would be better, after all, and for her to even offer is enough of an anomaly. With a purse of her lips, her gaze flickers up to meet his own, a quiet huff escaping her lips. She isn’t sure if it’s her ego or her feelings hurting, but she’s clearly displeased. “Then don’t eat it. I’m a food critic, not a chef. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.”

His sharp gaze have acknowledged her sudden re-constructure of facial expression, noting all the curves, crinkles and frowns made. He watched how her straight brows knitted together in displeasure and her rather self-defensive response rolling out short after. Though he had found it rather appealing of courtesy; other words, cute. He maintained his baffled facial expression. 

He continued to look at her eat, wondering if it really was that delicious and suitable for her taste. If he had to be honest, he had barely tasted it yet and she was already self-conscious by his playful remarks. His brow quirked upwards in amusement as a low snicker has fled out of his pale lips.

''You, I was just joking. Have you seen me put this in my mouth yet?'' 

[illumeist]

liquor ( and fills )

havntcd

Jai had always loved parties. Even before he had been granted access to Elijah’s body, the bright lights, deafening music, and sweaty bodies that pressed up against each other had always been endearing to him. The smell of alcohol and hormones was a scent that not many people found appealing; but Jai did. He strived to be a part of it; to experience the risque, reckless life.  Now, he had his chance. That was how he found himself at a club in Gangnam, two females whose names he had not bothered to learn rubbing up on either sides of him. The music and pulsing lights gave him a nice high—well, it was either that or someone had spiked his drink; a concept that was far from surprising. “Excuse me, ladies,” he laughed, squeezing out from the Elijah sandwich they had created. The two women shot him fleeting looks of regret before finding themselves another victim. He made his way to the bar, waving down a bartender and asking for another drink. Lopsided smile etched on his face, he turned to the person next to him at the bar. “This place is sick, huh?” he offered as a starting line, before extending his hand. Might as well make a couple friends, even just for the night. “Name’s Elijah.”

The local area had been restricted by the government due to abandonment and lack of hygiene management. (Un)Fortunately the shattered and broken pieces were seen as an inspired local pub in somebody's odd perspective; comprehensively reconstructing the abandoned area to an adult socializing zone, in other words a nightclub or a brothel of drunk and aroused strangers. 

The loud beats blasted through the entire place, causing both grounds and feets to bounce, bodies drenched in sweat and heat rubbing against one another within the crowded space, and minds controlled by liquor and strong scent of vodka completing the air. 

The man's sharp and observed gaze were fixated from stranger to stranger, examining each unfamiliar physiques to forget the next upcoming day. His lithe fingers were locked around the glass stem, supporting the weight of dark rouge wine, in await to be swallowed and soon re-filled. 

His alcohol tolerance were high and sudden irritation began to abruptly form around the area of his temples. The intolerable music throbbed his eardrums vigorously, hitting them his cells up to insanity. He poured the toxic liquor into his mouth, emptying the glass from a 'one-shot'

A sigh of apathy absconded out of his lips from the stranger's words, not bothering turning his gaze around to take a look at the latter. He was disinterested and bored, unaccustomed to the area, yet he overstayed his own welcome. 

''If you say so,'' he replied, waiting for the bartender to quickly re-fill his glass. ''I'm Han, just got stud up.'' he added, extending his own hand out to greet theirs briefly.

[illumeist]

rain (tears of the stars)

[kaicide-deactivated20160207]

Hell no. Kai fumbled out a small piece of paper from his bag, beginning his small little note. His words often cut sharper than paper; quick and brief. The boy liked to get to the point to end the misery of a conversation they would have. He didn’t want to fake it anymore. He’s free no longer prepped into soft smiles and pretty kisses to lure in the prey, the unlucky target of Double Helix. ( / :Smile, you’ve got nice teeth, boy. Be kind. Be quiet and be gentle. Kneel and kiss their feet if they ask. Beg on your knees if they wish. Boys like you are meant for more than books and papers. You’re meant to be loved and you’re meant to kill whilst loving. " I don’t like it. ” // : Learn to.) The clouds seemed somber; grey and dark with an eternal sadness, followed by the tears of rain. Occasionally, the sun would peak through the underbellies of the soft cotton balls with light; flickering away soon after like a candle. The breeze brushed against his skin, digging into his scalp as it pushes his hair back. The coat (not his favourite attire) made him feel small; it wrapped too loosely and let the cold wind creep in to frost against his chest. He hated the cold. But he loved it. The winter breeze made him feel numb, and numb is good; numb makes the heart stop ticking over dumb things like people and feelings; numb makes you reevaluate your life and wonder why you chose to wear such a skimpy coat on such a cold day; numb makes you void of all other things. He loved the gloominess of the sky; it felt weak and bleak; morbid even. It felt like death and death is beautiful in his book. Death makes boys like him, fucked up and fucked over, feel like a present given by life. Death makes it all go away.  He takes another glance at the stranger. Dainty, first thought. Smaller than a raccoon, second though. Death by poetics, probably, maybe a psycho like Plath, third thought. Finished the note, fourth thought. He raises his little crumbled piece of paper up to show the other. Who the fuck likes to run?

[illumeist]

Inhale, exhale, reiteration. . .

He planted his broad palm against the patent sheet of what he had previously drawn patterns and sketched out words onto. The grip established more pressure on the plain white paper, crumbling it down and flung the light ball back across the room. He tore off the edge, ripping it into half and locked his ink pen inbetween his lithe fingers, drawing lines onto the sheet from each every movement. 

( rain abruptly stopped absconding off the gloomy clouds, taking their departure, ending the mistery. wiping off the hues of death & filling the breeze with a fresher elastic scent. )  the sun has finally emerged out of the thick clouds, allowing all the anguish and despair to come to an end.

He allowed his inner-ego enter his nerves system, hindering all the remaining humanity from eluding the solid carton of blindness and isolation. ( can thou not fathom sarcasm, boy? ) derisive snicker and eyes of judgements. 

If their demeanor spoke; their gazes set fire, their sharp words hissing through their gritted teeth sent vibes of lightning, mood of gloomy clouds and rain, and screams of thunderstorms. Unfortunately the shadows began to drift off to east, sun illuminating their grounds and after water's departure; fire has arrived.

He lifted up a new piece of paper to the latter's direction with a lopsided smirk which indicated mockery, sarcasm & slight amusement. 

''What about now, sunshine?''

Was he a man of weather ; probably, should be. . . 

[illumeist]

Bad Road

[ovxerdose-deactivated20151022]

It wasn’t unusual for him to wander far from home, especially during the night time, he often did his work far away that way it ensured his safety. There was countless times people would attempt to follow him home, but once they realized they themselves had gone too far from their comfort zone, they would retreat. Often times he was unlucky and found himself in unpredictable situations, but here he was, still alive— sometimes, barely. That had been beside the point however, he felt bad to break the news to the male that his residence was still quite far from where they were.  The warmth of the car had helped to an extent, the clothes he wore sticking to tanned, chilled skin in an uncomfortable fashion. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to warm up until he took a shower and buried himself beneath his sheets, which sounded too appealing in the moment. They are both too quiet that when he speaks, voice deep and husky, it barely registers in his mind. Dark hues blink several times, pale lips parting to speak as he averts his attention to the stranger. "About fifteen minutes from here, but we can cut back that time if you drop me off a few streets away. I’d hate to be more of a burden than I already am." The words are barely above a whisper, he found it took too much effort to speak with how much his body trembled on it’s own accord. However, he doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his fingers around the mug of the coffee, which had still been fresh and warm from what he could gather. "Again, thank you." A few sips had already gave his body satisfaction, though he refused to relax in the comfort of his car. It was horrible enough he had dripped water everywhere. But just like the stranger’s curiosity, he had questions of his own, which he indulged in. “What are you doing out so late and in this weather for?”

[illumeist]

The man returned the stranger with a slight nod, bobbing his head at the latter to show them his welcoming manner, even though he knew he lacked a bit, he still made a light attempt. Their response have created a slight curve in between his knitted brows, furrowing in displeasure as he was mentally disagreeing with the latter. Judging the weather and the chances of him pushing his health further away to the edge was dangerous, let alone he had already taken an risky road. Sure he had better things to do and his tasks of the day were not yet complete, but it could wait, he was not completely inhumane and heartless. 

''Tell me to stop once we've reached to your residence,'' he stated, which could be perceived more of an order than an actual request. 

It gave him a brief taste of relief once he had sensed how the latter began to loosen up, he was acknowledged that a kind gesture may not benefit you but it will give other the help they needed. People are cruel, lending out a kind hand won't cost anything.

However, as his mind was too occupied with burning down the suspicion he previously had of the other, he had completely forgotten that he -- himself -- was a stranger and quite suspicous as well. 

He could not blame the younger for inquiring such personal question, it craved common sense to wonder what did a man do out this late, taking a drive at such an odd and abandoned neighborhood? A low quiet snicker rolled out of his lips, shaking his head briefly in amusement. 

''I was purchasing new swords and shields, also ordered customed made knifes.'' He spoke casually, taking a minute or two to finally realize it could easily indicate many wrong things. ''I'm a professional fencer and since the local arena where we train at is somewhere near a restricted area, I have to take this road home unfortunately.'' he added on, easing down the sharp atmosphere. 

[illumeist]

i. lids of dreams ( offline announcement; disney inspired )

Inaudible nights, pleasantly warm layers & company's occupied by the cloudless sky The patent white of a marginally sheet surrounded his bare built physique, his broad biceps and forearms securely encircling around the covers like a fragile sleeping angel within his grasp. 

His dreams danced along to the rhythm of the magical pill, taking full control of his unconscious yet conscious mind, embracing him all and hid him underneath the  enchanting ship, whereas all the exhausted minds received their final composure; & in which the ship was in await to sail and abscond towards the dreams of neverland. 

Smouldering speckles of fairydust tickling his fair flesh; tinkerbell flowing her dainty fingertips of her miniature & delicate hands across his pale white cheek ; flushing bright hue of rosen red onto his colourless skin & allowed her magic flaunt his eyes and mesmerized his mind.

Glistening lights of bliss and joy, echoed yet saint laughters of glorified longing lost souls, still lingering underneath the sparkles of the stars - in await towards the aubade, in the path way of atmospheric phenomenon;  to break through their atoms like meteorites and birth as new. Atoms, stars, meteorites. . . 

The archangels from azure of the above serenaded the engine to drift off the shore,  nightingales capturing his gaze by their dazzling & alluring beauty he hadn't ever seen before -- these were angels & the lyrics to guide you home ( to Neverland. . . ) Inhale, exhale, reiteration .  .  .  Conscientiously becoming accustomed to the preposterous land of magic & different shades of colours; he breathed in & he breathed out. . .  And so as the ship had arrived to their final destination; his soul finally ascending to the portal of Neverland. . . The man was now soundlessly asleep.  Goodnight & Sweet Dreams.

[illumeist]

You are illumeist but tonight I will make you illumoist

Stuck in a sudden complicated emotion of frustration, his eyes widened by the stranger’s humorous comment about his public identity. He was stuck in contemplation, mentally debating on how exactly he could put his thoughts into exact words. In the end, the corner of his lips were shortly brought upwards into a sneer grin — a facial expression which indicated amusement. ”Hey, we could actually make that work.” 

[axiov]

sehun’s brows quirks at the received texts and bites back a shit-eating grin as he replies because it’s always fun to play along with strangers… especially when they’re drunk. ( ` sms: unknown. ) you lost my sister?! ( ` sms: unknown. ) if you don’t bring her back home i’ll call the police and have you arrested for kidnapping and murder.

[illumeist]

His mind rotated in unfamiliar rotations uncontrollably as his eyes were taking all the opposite turns. The beats were insanely loud; blasting his ear drums aggressively and violently, his temples drowning in pure pain as the music could be easily perceived several kilometers away. He slipped out an irritated groan at the sudden vibration coming out of proportion, adding pain onto his never-ending headache as the immense desire to get his ass home began to build up strongly into his head.  He read the text and unfortunately did not show any reaction; he was mentally exhausted and physically worn out, he had no right directions stuck into his head and neither could his mind properly function. He was screwed up and he did acknowledge the fact that the female was put under his responsibilities. He clicked onto his tongue as his fingers began to tap onto the screen, quickly shoving his phone back into his pocket and left the place on his own. She wasn't his sister afterall. [ txt: unknown ] shes probvalb y fucki ng some dude at th ebar who the fuck am i to ca re ti s your sister and she fucking  broug ht me here  [ txt: unknown ] ge t h e f uck out of here i didnt fucki ng lay my hands on that filthy slut

[illumeist]

All the texts - Best Friend

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ txt: Cross ] are you watching anime again[ txt: Cross ] -File of a screenshot-[ txt: Cross ] THIS IS US

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ txt: Cross ] fairytail sucks

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ txt: Cross ] what the fuck why aren’t you answering my messages[ txt: Cross ] stop watching anime [ txt: Cross ] are you eating again ffs cross

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ txt: Cross ] bros before hoes[ txt: Cross ] who needs chicks when you got two awesome best friends[ txt: Cross ] we are so going to die single

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ txt: Cross ] I THINK I GO TLA ID BU TI’M NOT SU RE YET C AUS E MY PANTS A RE HALFWAY DO WN [ txt: Cross ] I NEED R AM NE FUCK[ txt: Cross ] AOA AP I NK SIST AR AFTERSCHOOL ALL THESE LADIES 

[illumeist]

all the texts <3

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ txt: jongin ] i keep thinking about the conversation we had the other day and i keep laughing my ass off because i finally understood the joke [ txt: jongin ] but still bro your jokes are awful[ txt: jongin ] jongin?? you’re there?? 

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ txt: jongin ] I srsly dont get why you suddenly had to disappear just like that man? dont fucking leave your life behind just because of some damn heart break because im p sure that was the cause of it

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ txt: jongin ] what the fuck jongin why the fuck havent you been answering my calls?[ txt: jongin ] you’re literally pissing me off[ txt: jongin ] where the fuck did you go

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ txt: jongin ] i know you’re in a coma right now and there’s no possible way that you can read this but I feel like that whenever I send you a text message youll be able to see this somehow. i mean i know youre not physically here but maybe mentally? [ txt: jongin ] fuck i dont even make sense i think im going insane[ txt: jongin ] i miss you

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ txt: jongin ] d on tfuc king ta ke uyour d amn depatture to heav en or iswe ar ill co me with you

[illumeist]

All the texts !

( Response to your text meme ) 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ txt: Jieun ] what are you talking about?[ txt: Jieun ] Is there something wrong?[ txt: Jieun ] you know I would call you if you needed me to but try to go to sleep because it’s late. and i’ll see if I can come by your place tomorrow morning before I head off to work

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ txt: Jieun ] I didn’t mean it when I told you to leave me alone i’m sorry. 

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ txt: Jieun ] Get the fuck out of here[ txt: Jieun ] yeah, definitely try to call the police for invading my damn privacy ffs jieun

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ txt: Jieun ] that dress you wore at the ceremony looked really hot on you. mind to wear that for me often? hahaha might as well cut the dress a bit shorter for a little peek in[ txt: Jieun ] i’m kidding, though most of that were true. [ txt: Jieun ] you looked gorgeous as usual hm

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ txt: Jieun ] s top text ing me im right ne xt to you and you loo k ugly when you re dfrunk and ugll y

[illumeist]

All texts (?)

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ txt: wrong sent ] are you awake??[ txt: wrong sent ] I can’t sleep[ txt: wrong sent ] let’s go out for a walk, i’ll treat you some midnight snack

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ txt: wrong sent ] did you change your number or perhaps did I remember it wrong? but anyway, wanna hang out sometime? 

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ txt: wrong sent ] why the fuck haven’t you been answering me? you keep accusing me of not putting effort into holding a conversation when you’re the one who won’t answer my texts. 

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ txt: wrong sent ] You’re kinda cute tho

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ txt: wrong sent ] i’ m fuck ing out of  her e i can t , fuck whrre am i[ txt: wrong sent ] pick me u p

[illumeist]

flightlvss

The mild scent of summer breeze danced within the woods and tangled itself around his coal black locks. His eyes were fixated on the goal, his feet gathering the every remaining bit of his balance as his mind calculated the steps to take. It was another chilly afternoon at the soccer field and the sun was soon setting down, disappearing beneath the surface and welcomed the glistening moon to irradiate the night. But as he allowed the time to tick on and on. . . where exactly the arrows on his wristwatch were aiming to did no longer seem to matter to the man. 

The corners of his lips had been shortly brought up into a broad grin and the harmony of his voice began to fill the lonely soccerfield with his abrupt laughter as he had managed to surpass his opponent easily away with his old soccer tricks. He liked playing sports with the female, it was one of the things that would easily make him win no matter how much she had tried to do her best. 

Although the female was rather hot-tempered and intolerable whenever his childish mockery would reach beyond her limits, her reactions or whatsoever have never seemed to intimidate him. After successfully tricking the latter with a five year old soccer trick and accomplished to kick the ball into the goal, he raised both of his arms into the air and screamed from the bottom of his lungs in victory.

However, the satisfaction was only one-sided. He turned his gaze around, wondering why he was the only one celebrating and unfortunately he had found her laying on the field with her legs sprawled out to every direction. He could sense that there were no motivation or hope left inside of her, as if it was so hard to maintain her positive mood when she was constantly losing. Of-course he couldn't understand how she was feeling, he was the bastard who refused to take it easy on a beginner.

''Ah what's wrong?'' fake concern could be perceived in his tone, ''Giving up already? So quick?'' he hadn't yet acknowledged that they have been at the soccer field for almost four hours and perhaps, it was time for dinner. He was too absorbed into what he was doing that he had completely forgotten about a human's natural need for nutrition and rest. 

He approached her and sat down right across from the female with the ball in between his legs. He observed her silently with his head slightly tilted to the side and a grin of pure mockery was still stuck on his face. Even though none of them spoke, he was clearly making fun of her with his facial expression.